Page 4 of Savage in the Sheets
But she is not easy going, she does not suffer stupidity, and she doesn’t need a man. Not like other women do. She’s not a person that makes you forget your worries. She’s the person that tries to fix them, which is great, but it’s not a quality a guy looks for in a date.
Maybe, for once in her life, Jenna needs someone to solve her problem. Instead of coming to someone else’s rescue, someone needs to come to hers.
And what better person than me, her very best friend who would do anything to help her and who owes her literally everything.
But how would I help her? I don’t want to make her feel like she has to change who she is. I just want to teach her to cut loose a little and not take everything so seriously. We could start with movies, rom-coms that show a woman at ease like There’s Something About Mary. That Cameron Diaz chick was one cool cucumber.
But it has to extend outside of watching movies. We’re going to have to analyze her dates, her conversations…her love life.
Looking at Jenna, you’d never guess that she would be anything less than a ten in the sack. Five-foot-seven, cascading red hair, shapely breasts, heart-shaped face, intense green eyes, pouty lips, and curvy hips—she’s the very definition of aphrodisiac. I reckon the only reason I’m immune to her is because when we met, I was in such dire straits the last thing on my mind was meeting a woman.
I grab my phone to text her.
Weston:how you feelin’
Jenna:Like shit.
Weston:you shouldn’t
Jenna:You told me I’m a Rosie Jetson in the sheets…
Weston:First, those weren’t my words. Second, that guy was an asshole.
Jenna:Just because he’s an asshole doesn’t make it not true.
Weston:you’re in luck
Jenna:How so?
Weston:Because I’m gonna be your new wingman. With my help, you’re going to transition from Rosie Jetson to Wilma Flintstone.
Jenna:Wilma Flintstone?
Weston:She’s a cute redhead in a short skirt…and wears a pearl necklace…
Jenna:To be honest, I don’t know what you’re getting at, Wes. Are you going to just give me advice?
Weston:Let me put it this way—I’m gonna make you a Savage in the sheets…
Jenna:Ummm…could you be a little more clear?
Weston:Get yourself ready because I’m swinging by in an hour.
Jenna
I reread the texts from Weston for the hundredth time, trying to figure out what the hell his intentions are.
By the sound of it, he’s coming over to teach me how to have sex. Which would involve…having sex?
Which would be the stupidest thing we could possibly do because we’re friends. No, not just friends—best friends with an unbreakable bond.
But I guess an unbreakable bond suggests we could cross that line and come out the other side unscathed.
As crazy as it sounds.
After going through my closet, I decide to do the most normal thing when greeting Weston on a Saturday morning, and that is stay in my pajamas, though I do run a brush through my hair and refresh my face a little.
Do I want to have sex with Weston?
